| Stop, drop, roll, explore
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| Put out fires, to start some more
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| Rewards, little wars
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| I walked to the corner, went in the store
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| Familiar the smell, bourbon and quartz
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| Cashier said, nice to see you again
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| I smiled, I grabbed my shit and left
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| Hours later, numb in the face
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| I got to her house, a dodgy place
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| She walked bent over, a crippled back
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| Years of abuse, wrong side of the tracks
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| She offered me a vodka cran
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| Asked me if I had a plan
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| Hesitant to say what I was thinking, god damn
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| I’m treading the same rake, I’m way above the stakes
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| A bullet, a bullet, it’s on its way to me
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| Oh, a bullet, a bullet, it’s life or death for me
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| I’m on my own, and I’m so alone
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| Stop, drop, roll, explore
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| Put out fires, to start some more
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| Rewards, little wars
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| She sat in the corner, smoked on the floor
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| I asked her what lead to becoming a whore
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| «Careers were never my closest friend
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| And cash is king, my dividend
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| To pick my brain, and watch me pall»
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| A cloud of smoke, numbed her fall
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| I watched her as she pierced into her veins
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| She said she was stuck, worst of the beds
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| The ugliest place, that she ever had been
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| Balmoral Hotel, the best of the inns
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| Supplies are steady, you can begin
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| Your quest to freedom, calm your skin
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| Fear diminish, start again
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| I’ve kinda always wondered what that meant
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| I’m treading the same rake, I’m way above the stakes
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| A bullet, a bullet, it’s on its way to me
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| Oh, a bullet, a bullet, it’s life or death for me
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| I’m on my own, and I’m so alone
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| I’m treading the same rake, I’m way above the stakes
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| A bullet, a bullet, it’s on its way to me
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| Oh, a bullet, a bullet, it’s life or death for me
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| I’m on my own, and I’m so alone |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balmoral Hotel, artist - Rare Americans. Album song Rare Americans, in the genre Альтернатива